#bfb thirty four

[ashromedaera]

Me when I crack a ship

[phantasmiac]

best friends brother!touya who has had his eye on you longer than you realize

cw/tw: reader is in college, reader is 18 and touya is 19, one mention of touya smoking, fluffy fluffy fluffy

wc: 2.3k

a/n: this is part two of my bfb!touya au. part one can be found here.

if there was one thing that had always prevented your crush on touya from being a total cliche, it was the fact that you had a good relationship. you were never reduced to being just his baby sister's equally babyish friend, there to ignore or treat like a nuisance. whether he really knew it or not, touya was your friend, too; and you were his.

it’d be inaccurate, however, to describe your current predicament as a “friends” quarrel. it might even be inaccurate to call something so one-sided a quarrel at all. all you know for sure is that touya’s been giving you the silent treatment for far too long, and you’re going to do something about it.

after weeks of avoiding you and his own house, he’s forced to reappear for shouto’s birthday (although you think rei repeatedly asking him if fuyumi is now her oldest child during their daily phone calls should also be credited). it’s meant to be a small celebration between the family that they all insist you’re a part of. shouto has plans to spend the rest of the evening with his new school friends.

“you still friends with the little shit that looks like he bites, shou?” touya asks while rummaging through the kitchen drawer for candles, unbothered by rei’s soft swat on the back of his head and hissing of his name. it’s the second one he’s received from her since he’s arrived, the first having been provoked by a new tattoo taking up a large portion of the side of his neck (needless to say, it made you feel a bit delusional for thinking you were entirely to blame for his lack of visits).

despite his crappy description, shouto understands enough to mumble an “mhm”.

“what about the one with the freckles? he’s a good kid. i’d keep him around if i were you.”

“thank god we have such an upstanding citizen for a brother,” natsuo teases, large enough to ruffle his big brothers white head of hair while he’s still sat. “share some more of your wis— get off of me!”

touya’s interest has shifted to putting natsuo in a headlock, wrestling him to the ground in a competition he’s bound to lose, if their past scuffles have anything to say about it. the box falls from his hold, spilling dozens of multicolored candles all over the kitchen floor. the sounds of the sticks crunching and breaking under shoes puts a halt to their little match.

touya pulls away, unaware that you’re already crouched under the table trying to recover the salvageable candles yourself. it’s his hand landing on top of your smaller ones that alerts him, eyes shooting up to meet yours like a deer caught in headlights. the constrictions of the tight space causes you to nearly knock face first into one another. despite the proximity, you’re suddenly reminded that you’re not nearly as close as you were weeks ago, when your tongues were down each others throats.

it takes all your willpower not to squeal from embarrassment as you squirm your way out from underneath the table, body running dangerously hot. it’s ironic, you think, that you’re the first to back away after begging for a chance to be near him again all this time; but more so the fact that touya is the one left with a sad, longing expression on his face when he stands.

light snow is falling by the time shouto’s celebration comes to an end, accompanied by bitter cold weather. kind of depressing, but touya figures that’s just how his oddball little brother would like it. it’s only four thirty in the afternoon, but the lamps lined along the pathway in front of the todoroki household are already on. his black down jacket is zipped all the way to his nose, hood struggling against the unruliness of his hair. the crunching of the snow underneath his boots brings him a nice calm — ruined by the sound of your warm voice.

normally, your shouts of his name were more than welcome. but given the circumstances, he can’t help but feel a sense of impending doom. he turns on his heel to see you running down the yard without a care in the world, and fights the urge to yell at you to be careful (though the thought of you slipping and landing on your butt is kind of endearing too). by the time you reach him, you’re out of breath. it comes as no surprise to the creep who’d spectated you in the past during your high school sports festivals.

“touya,” you pant, hand on his shoulder. “walk me home, will you?”

you’re cruel. it’s a request he can’t say no to; you might as well have put a gun to his head. there’s a sadistic, pleased little grin on your face as you start waddling alongside him. touya figures it shouldn’t be too difficult taking you home without sparing a word; you only live about ten minutes away. what’s ten more minutes after weeks of keeping this up?

he fails to take into account that having you this close strips him of all immunity to your charm, especially when you look this adorable. you look well prepared for an expedition to the antarctic, in your oversized puffer jacket, winter mittens, gloves and scarf. all the bundles practically swallow you whole, only leaving your cute little face exposed.

there’s students roaming the streets, probably heading home from their after school clubs. you’re people watching; touya knows you’ve always had a knack for that. he quickly averts the side gaze he’s had on you when he notices your head turning up towards him.

“did you ever realize how popular you were in high school?” there’s a hint of nostalgia in your voice.

you receive a shrug in response. “not really.”

“everyone in my year was in love with you,” you chuckle into your scarf.

touya’s eyebrow quirks up. everyone? even you? he wills himself not to say. your new boyfriend probably wouldn’t like that.

but your power over him must have upgraded to telepathy, because you proceed to answer his question. “even i was a victim to the touya disease, you know.”

“oh yeah?” even if he can’t steady his heart rate, he’ll maintain his cool.

“oh yeah. i think everyone would agree it was hard crushing on someone who didn’t even know they existed.”

touya digs his face deeper into his jacket, hands curled tighter in his pockets.

“right.”

touya’s ears pick up on your voice before he actually sees you for the first time. just standing in the school library is enough to send shivers down his edgy spine, but he’s willing to make the sacrifice to wait around for his buddy, who’s been forced into tutoring sessions. he’s made himself busy scanning through the aisles for books that pique his interest, a safe distance from the tables where you and his friend had agreed to meet up.

“hey, that’s alright! even i struggled learning this at first. you’ll get the hang of it in no time. i believe in you.”

touya snorts. he can imagine his friend currently trying to dig his fingers into his eyeballs. but even funnier is the sweet voice you're using and your gentle words of encouragement. most people fearfully trip over their own feet and fumble their words at the mere sight of his group of friends: yet you’re treating the scariest looking one of the group like a grade schooler learning his times tables.

touya had promised to make himself invisible while waiting around; his friend was already humiliated by just the prospect of needing tutoring. but his curiosity always came out victorious, and he’s soon peeking from behind the shelves just to catch a tiny glimpse of you.

your pretty face matches your voice.

the next time touya catches a glimpse of you, your back is turned to him. he’s performing his regular routine of sneaking out of his p.e. class in order to head to the bathroom for a smoke. you’re walking down the halls with your headphones in, completely oblivious to the presence behind you, and through the silence he can faintly hear the instrumental of whatever it is you’re listening to. he knows it’s a shitty thing to make judgements about someone he’s never even had a conversation with, but he can’t help but think whatever’s playing in your headphones is far different from what he’d expect someone as soft as you to listen to. he’s able to make out the sounds of heavy drums and electric guitar riffs. it’s as if you lived to surprise him, he thinks, when you start whispering the lyrics to the song; one that’s been on nearly all of his playlists.

touya thinks the universe is trying to get him arrested when he finds himself coincidentally trailing behind you on the way home a week later. he also thinks you should have more concern for your safety, seeing as you could’ve had a full fledged stalker at this point and had no idea. five minutes into your journey home, he watches as you come to a stop under a lamp post, and reach into your backpack. maybe you’re finally taking out pepper spray, or a pocket knife, touya guesses (and secretly hopes). instead, you pull out a can of food, kneeling down and placing it in front of a nearby bush. there’s a rustling and the sound of a meow before a stray ball of fluff comes running out, circling and rubbing his head against you in familiarity before indulging in your offering. as he watches you coo and gently scratch around the cats ears, touya comes to a conclusion: he has a fat crush on you.

for the next year, touya’s attempts at doing anything about his crush on you don’t surpass staring at you from afar for no more than three seconds at a time; and that was just fine for him. leave it to his little siblings to screw it all up. granted, the last of his siblings he would have expected to act as the agent of chaos was fuyumi. the day he came home to find you sitting at his kitchen table and giggling with his little sister, touya knew he was well beyond fucked.

there’s a tug on the sleeve of your jacket that forces you to stop in your tracks. the snow that’s now been disguised by the complete darkness of the evening is reilluminated by the light radiating from the lamp post above you.

“i’ll cut the bullshit. i like you. a lot,” touya declares, blinking away the snowflakes that make his eyelashes look impossibly prettier. “hearing that you had a boyfriend fucking sucked, and i had this petty, stupid idea to bring some girl over. i don’t know what exactly i was trying to accomplish.”

you’d had a whole speech planned and written in your heart for the boy looking down at you; you figure you should also correct his faulty assumption, but his confession leaves you tongue tied.

“but then you had this sad look on your face the whole time and that’s all i could think about for the next day. kissing you was a dick move, i know but….” he sighs, looking up at the night sky as if it might throw him a bone. “but you kissed me back. and i don’t want to be like… your side bitch, or something.”

you’re able to read genuine hurt in touya’s eyes, but his claim and it’s wording throws you into a fit of giggles. even as you’re laughing at his misery, touya can’t help but have goo-goo eyes for you.

“i’m serious! i went back to my room with a sad boner, you know! and it’s honestly blasphemous for you of all people to two time your poor boyfriend. i thought you were supposed to be a saint!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. it’s just— you’re so stupid,” you wheeze.

it’s difficult for touya to take the fact that you just called him stupid to heart as you unsuccessfully attempt to wipe your tears away with your mittens on; so he does it for you. you give a soft smile of gratitude in return, a glint in your eyes. you take off your gloves so that you’re able to pull down the zipper covering his face. and despite his declaration that he didn’t want to be your “side bitch”, touya doesn’t stop you when you get on your tippy toes and loop your arms around his torso to plant a soft kiss on his lips; nor does he complain when it lands on his cupids bow instead. the softness of it all only makes him blush even harder, an effect he hopes is you’ll blame on the cold weather.

you don’t.

your chin is propped on his chest as you look up at him with a goofy smile. “i’m not dating that guy. i was peer pressured by fuyumi into going on one date, but nothing came out of it. you’d know that if you hadn’t stormed out of the room like a big baby. i kissed you back because i have feelings for you, dummy.”

with wide eyes, touya lets out a breathy laugh, before pulling his hands out of his pockets to grab your face and crash his lips into yours, hard and needy. you’re lips are locked for what feels like far too little a time before he pulls away.

“if i were you i probably wouldn’t want to date such an idiot after all this but…. will you? date me?”

“i’d love nothing more than to date this idiot.”

touya’s going to have to tell you later how you got together in the same spot he fell for you; but his first order of business is to take you back to his place and make up for lost time.

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[timdodds]

I’ve mentioned here before that I’m a member of Camberley & District Probus Club – click on the link to find out more about it. Let me know in the comments section if you’d like to check us out at a lunch.

It’s a monthly luncheon club that has an after lunch speaker to entertain us. I enjoy the company of members at lunch. Yesterday I sat next to a friend with whom we shared our youthful train spotting experiences, which was huge fun. Not sure that I could hold my dear wife’s attention on my recollections on this topic for more that a nano second.

Anyway, back to the point of this article. The speaker was Alan Grace, who’s talk was titled Berlin – The Tale of an Extraordinary City, 1931 – 1989. It seemed a big subject for a short after lunch talk. It turned out to a wizz through pre war Berlin, the 1938 Berlin Olympics, the post war Berlin airlift, ending with the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Alan Grace spent thirty-six years with BFBS [British Forces Broadcasting Service] in Germany. His talk picked out some of his experiences, one of which was about the award of Mutter Kreux, or Mother’s Cross in English. Something about which I knew nothing. Wikepedia has this about the cross.

In recognition of the substantial importance a woman’s role and motherhood was in support of a strong Germany the Cross of Honour of the German Mother was introduced in Berlin on 16 December 1938 by Adolf Hitler. The crosses were awarded annually on the second Sunday in May, Mothering Sunday. There were three classes of cross: Gold Cross for mothers with eight or more children: Silver Cross for mothers with six or seven children, and Bronze Cross for mothers with four or five children.

Hey ho, not something that I feel we in the UK wouldn’t do, although my dear wife tells me that the Russians did similar things. Here’s a photo of the crosses that Alan displayed, an a better photo of them from the internet.

Another enjoyable after lunch speaker at Camberley & District Probus I've mentioned here before that I'm a member of Camberley & District Probus Club - click on the link to find out more about it.

[ashromedaera]

A quick Three x Four comfort comic!!! YIPP33!!!!!

Despite their short-tempered and sadistic personality, Four oddly leaves out Three as an exception from his violent actions, no matter how much they tick him off,

Three takes advantage of this, by being a giant annoyance around him, while suffering no consequences whatsoever.

(secretly that's how they show their affection to him.)

[ashromedaera]

Thirty four enjoyers so little I can count them with one hand

[ashromedaera]

old Three x Four doodle that I still cherish<333

[ashromedaera]

hi ash !! I checked tumblr for 34/ 43 art and I’m so glad that I’m not the only one that thinks of them lolol (; u ;) they’ve been my brainrot since 2018 and I’m so happy to see someone that isn’t in my circle outside tumblr understand their possible dynamic - makes me wanna share my art of them on here too

OMG!! ANOTHER THIRTY FOUR SHIPPER IN TGE WILD?!!! (i assume the bfb/xfohv ship bc i am multifandom-ed)

I also thought I was the only one who enjoys this ship, I started shipping them around early 2023!! >w< super obsessed with them since then ughhhh

U don't know how happy I am you sending this ask <3333 u should definitely put your ship art here I wanna see other people's art of them so badly ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

[ashromedaera]

I don't think alot of people get what i am trying to suggest by shipping (bfb) three and four together

like four is like this crazy manic, you can make them angry easily and three was shown in old content of jnj to be a an opinionated furious person that yells through newspaper articles they wrote even

like omg they are such a good pair.

[ashromedaera]

"I think I've never seen four being in a crack ship before"

WRONG!!! THIRTY-FOUR TIME!!!3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣3️⃣4️⃣

seriously I wonder if there is someone who thought of this before I did.....

[ashromedaera]

Drawing all my ideas with Three and other numbers before TPOT 13 comes out: Day 1

OSC Tumblr making a "3+1=4" trend, which reminded me Algebaliens can combine so :3c

4+3=7!!

[ashromedaera]

Wanted to draw Three in a trenchcoat

I love this (still drawing/tweening/frame-by-frame) composition, I should do it again ngl >w<

[ashromedaera]

Had a dream these two were on a flowerbed date.

First time ever painting digitally doesn't look that great but I enjoyed it :]

[ashromedaera]

Bfb three's wiki....if they did can we make thirty four reallll.......